After a week of LaNiña storms and pouring rain followed by gale force winds (thought the big California Palm trees would come crashing down all over) surf was "Victory at Sea" until the last couple of days.

With apology to Donovan:

Blue's the colour of the sky
In the mornin' when I ride,
In the mornin' when I ride.
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best.

Brown's the colour of the angry sea
In the mornin' when I ride,
In the mornin' when I ride.
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best.

Anyway Blackies at Newport Beach was the ticket the past couple of mornings. Yesterday was a solid chest to shoulder high with overhead sets even on the deep early morning high tide. Today was cleaner (not the water) but smaller and super crowded. With the shifting peak you just had to be lucky to be in the right spot. Late steep take-offs for a quick cover up then blasted out onto a fat shoulder that sucked up on the inside sandbar! (By the way I will let you know if I develop Super Powers due to the toxic runoff!)